There he stands, just feet from his vehicle,puffing contently, ignoring the wide-eyedstares from behind the dirty windows.The passengers are too politeto tell him to get a move on,but they think it while lookingfiercely at their watches.One even sighs quite loudly.The people at the bus stop makeslow movements towards the bus,unsure of whether to form a queueor is that too passive aggressive?Surely he won't get paid for this?How could he be so ahead of schedule?The driver flattens his cigaretteunder his foot and steps back intohis driving cubicle. The angerof the passengers fades as newfaces buy their ticket and take a seat.The driver pulls out his newspaper.

Ross Sayers is a 22-year-old Creative Writing Masters student at the University of Stirling. He hopes to be a novelist someday, if he can find the time to fit in writing around watching old episodes of The Simpsons.